You folks know who these handsome guys are...
Dopey had lived with us for nineteen years and now he left us. He was a little, round-bodied, coal-black pony with glass eyes, the gentlest, greatest pony. I don’t know why we called him Dopey, we meant no disrespect.
When nineteen years of your and your children’s lives is linked so closely with a horse, you can sorter imagine our feelings. He was one of the family, he raised our children and learned them to ride. He never hurt one in his life. He did everything right. And that’s a reputation that no human can die with.~ Will Rogers
What do you think? Are we victims of our genetics or of our up-bringing? Did we set up a blueprint for our lives before we were born? Can we redefine ourselves, choose again, or alter courses?
Have you ever wondered why there are liberals and conservatives, Democrats and Republicans, Nature verses Nature proponents, optimists and pessimists, Determinism verses Free Will, or the cup is half empty or half full phenomenon?
What about the existentialists, that the universe requires people to take responsibility for their own actions, and to shape their own destinies?
You might know where I stand, for it we can’t choose for ourselves, heal our psychological ills, and redefine our lives, what is the sense of it?
It’s not easy though, we do have conditioning. We have baggage from our childhood, and from life. We might be hard wired to be worriers. And being a Liberal or a Conservative, splashes over into all aspects of life. Some feel that laws ought to govern human actions, that you can’t trust other people, that we need a Daddy, a God, or a Governing Head to impart restrictions on individuals. Let’s not be stupid here, there are parameters. To quote the poet William Cowper, “To find the medium takes some share of wit, so tis a mark fools seldom hit.”
I better stop house cleaning it’s causing me to wax philosophical.
Yesterday Daughter Number one said that our nervous systems are not built for constant stress, so we ought to live as the cave men did, first you run from the Saber toothed tiger, your adrenaline is pumping, you pant, you praise being alive, then you go to Tahiti.
Not Tahiti this time. Tomorrow Daughter D, Baby D, Peaches, Bear and I are taking off for New Mexico.
See you on the road, I hope...
